II Ov/J--------------------- I am now got to Cambridge out of a house which I could not bear; wherever I am, believe me Yrs. ever, H. WALPOLE. Mr. Dodd desires his compliments. Sept. 18, 1737. 15. To RICHAUD WEST. DEAB WEST, Par*s» April 21, W.S. 1739. You figure us in a set of pleasures, which, believe me, we do not find; cards and eating are so universal, that they absorb all variation of pleasures. The operas, indeed, are much frequented three times a week ; but to me they would be a greater penance than eating maigre: their music resembles a gooseberiy tart as much as it does harmony. We have not yet been at the Italian playhouse ; scarce any one goes there. Their best amusement, and which, in some parts, beats ours, is the comedy ; three or four of the actors excel any we have : but then to this nobody goes, if it is not one of the fashionable nights ; and then they go, be the play good or bad—except on Moliere's nights, whose pieces they are quite weary of. Gray and I have been at the Avare tonight: I cannot at all commend their performance of it. Last night I was in the Place de Louis le Grandl (a regular octagon, uniform, and the houses handsome, though not so large as Golden Square), to see what they reckoned one of the finest burials that ever was in France. It was the Duke de Tresmes, governor of Paris and marshal of France. It began on foot from his palace to his parish-church, and from thence in coaches to the opposite end of Paris, to be interred in the church of the Celestins2, where is his family-vault. About a week ago we happened to see the grave digging, as LETTER 16.—*• Since 1792 tnown as the Place des Victoires. 2 The Convent of the Celestins was replaced by barracks.